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"Why I would be delighted," she said with a smile as Twist looped her arm with Victoria's. She followed along with Twist and when the two dominoes players were pointed out she nodded in agreement.
When the other woman was ready she lead the two of them toward the two guys still on her arm. When she got close she smiled broadly at the two men. "Hey boys. Who's winning? You got some time to chat for a bit?"
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There is more pointing and looking than words for Wilhelm to observe. The girls immediately begin watching Twist and Victoria, eyes narrowed, suspicion and resentment brewing.
The dominoes players look up; both are young, and well built; possibly athletes.
"Dime time," one announces, slapping down a tile. Teeth flash as he looks up at the two women, not hiding a frank appraisal. There's an amused, curious look, wondering if they're prowling for strange.
A hand thumps his chest in answer of who's winning, and a leg kicks out one of the metal chairs. The other player silently moves a duffel bag and a jacket, content to play Silent Wingman. He's checked out both women, too, and it looks like everyone's a winner with these two lookers.
Conner paced up and down the hall. Keeping himself hidden from site with his cloak. Conner checked the commons area on the floor to see if anyone was in there. He also listened closely at the other doors if the now defunct deputy happened to be in one of the other rooms.
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O-Yama remains by the patrolling the back and side entrances, silently puffing on his cigarette, waiting and watching.
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Most of the rooms are quiet; in several, Conner can hear muffled cacophony -- either televisions or game consoles. In the entry, the dorm monitor continued his silent duty, fighting to stay awake.
Conner finds himself a dark corner to drop his shroud. Once the shroud is dropped Conner walks to the front desk of the dormitory and looks to the RA, "Hello I am looking for Alexander Holland."
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Victoria smiled and laughed softly at his display of checker prowess. The daggers the other girls glared at Twist and Victoria also served as a source of amusement. With as intense as those looks were she could likely have felt them even if she couldn't see the women.
"We're looking for someone and wondered if you could help us find him. I'd really appreciate it if you could. His name's Alex Holland."
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The Dorm
Conner's words are lost to the headphones that are worn, but his appearance still gets a reaction. The man sits up, and takes off the headphones.
"Who are you? How did you get in?"
Considering Conner looks twice as old as the average resident here... they're good questions.
The Commons
"Holland?" repeats the youth. There's a mixture of suggestion in his tone; surprise, disgust, amusement.
"You'll have to get your fix on somewhere else, ladies. Holland got his kidney blown out by some other dope fiend."
The silent one rocks back and forth, nodding. There's a flat look, as if he wasn't upset -- or wish he'd done it himself.
"Jeffery Holland, Alex's uncle, and a blond co-ed let me in. Alex didn't answer when I buzzed his room." Conner said without skipping a beat.
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Presence
Striking Looks
Twist slipped free of Victoria's arm and dropped into one of the open chairs. At their words about Holland her eyebrows drew together in a slight frown, "His kidney blown out? What happened" Settling more comfortably into the chair she leaned forward, resting her arms on the table. Her body language conveying that she wouldn't mind the slightest at staying with them, but like any silly girl gory details and gossip must be had first...
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